I was reminded of a poem by Anne Bradstreet by a dear young friend of mine. May you be affected.
"And when I could no longer look,
I blest His name that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.
It was his own, it was not mine,
Far be it from me that I should repine."
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